Being back in NYC makes me want to drink more coffee and paint my nails dark DARK red.  I’d like to be a vampire looking New Yorker today.  I think I can pull it off.

NYC also makes me love my boot collection that seems to be growing along with my scarf collection.

I love coming back from a run and putting on big boots and a big scarf.

Chunky scarves…

chunky boots…

Dark nails…

Dark coffee…

I love those things.

I’ve been playing with metaphors in my head these days.  I seem to be entering mega-manic-creative-mode because… well… bitching about the cold gets old…

I feel a few new kid tales coming on like a wave.  A tidal wave!

I’ve been trying to come up with a good ending for my “Bug In The Rug” story and I think I figured it out today.  This is a story I’ve been pondering for a while based on an old persian tale that (as far as I know) doesn’t actually have an ending…

It came to me today when I hit Chelsea Piers.  It hit me like a pen jab in my eye.

Just kidding.

I realized that the Bug needs to just… Wait.  Sorry.  I can’t reveal the ending of my masterpiece.  I’ll have to just refer you (millions of) readers to my new website when the story is done so u can find out for yourselves…

The curiosity must be killing you I’m sure…